The Fire Chamber
"NOOOOOOOOOOO!" Menenbar screamed, as Zemenar, the head wizard pointed his staff at him. He felt himself falling into nothingness, a black pit of oblivion. He was surrounded by the strange sensation of being surrounded by a heatless fire. He could see the flames burning all around him, but he couldn't feel their heat. "Where am I?" the king thought to himself. The last thing I remember was trying to kill Zemenar, and having him cast some sort of spell. I saw a bright flash of purple-grey light, then total blackness, and now I'm here. What happened?
"You are in the place between two worlds." Cackled an unknown voice.
"Zemenar!" Menenbar exclaimed. "I would know your obnoxious cackle anywhere!"
"Oh DARN IT!" Zemenar screeched. "This was supposed to be a dramatic scene, and you just HAD to go and make fun of my laugh, now didn't you. WELL, DIDN"T YOU?"
"Sorry." The king muttered, shamefacedly. "I didn't mean to make fun. But now that I've apologized, would you mind informing me of were I have been placed?" he added.
"YOU are in Snowwhiteium! Zemenar bellowed.
Flabbergasted, Menenbar interjected, "Snowwhitium? But I thought that it was necessary to eat a poisoned apple to get there."
"Well, apparently you haven't heard of my portable sleeping death spell." Zemenar added smugly.
"Well, I guess not." Added an annoyed King.
"It requires much less effort then your regular spell, and it gets much better effects."
Wait a Minuit.
Menenbar thought to himself. All that has to happen to break a sleeping death spell is to receive a kiss from a prince. Well, I'm a prince, or at least I used to be, so that should work just fine! During his pause, Zemenar began to look nervous. And when Menenbar brought his hand up to his lips, the Head Wizard began to look a little green."Poor little tyke." The king thought to himself. "This is really going to come as a great shock to him." With a little chuckle at what he was about to do, the king kissed his own hand, and suddenly everything went black. He could hear Zemenar faintly muttering curses in the distance. The King wanted to laugh, but suddenly all of the color came back into the world. He saw a young boy, who looked quite a bit like him, only about 16-years-old starring at him, in total awe. He spoke only two words.
"Hello Father." He said sheepishly.
"Hello son" Menenbar replied. He wanted to say more, but there was Cimerone, his beloved wife, throwing her arms about his neck.
Then Menenbar woke-up. As he rubbed the sleep dust out of his eyes, he said quietly, "Cimerone, I had an incredibly strange dream."
"That's nice dear." She replied sleepily.